Dear Niall,
It’s been a while since you left, just 2 weeks. I still can’t get it into my head that you’re actually gone. I wake up every morning imagining your hand on my waist. I thought I would write this because I think you should know what I had to go through. You made me your princess, and you treated me like one too. I kept many entries in my personal diary that I’d like to share with you. I’ll start from the day I started to notice something was wrong...
NOTE: This is NOT my story! I have absolutely NO rights over it, all of them go to http://niallhoranimagines.wordpress.com/ ! It's just that it is such a wonderful fanfiction, I've cried for days over it and I feel like it has to be posted on Wattpad. Again, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO niallhoranimagines.wordpress.com xx
CAUTION: Kleenex are a must-have for the last parts of this story!